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A full week had gone by since they last saw Hanna. Out of fear, no one had spoke of that old Theatre. Claire felt an immense guilt for having participated in another's of Denise's schemes.

Hanna was now missing. Because of her. Because of us.

Claire had to do something. No help was produced from the girls to further her personal search, as Denise, for example, was far too scared to help.

Denise was, too, remorseful, but in her own cowardly way.

Claire decided she would look for Hanna, bringing her neighbour and friend; Daniella - Daniella feared nothing - Or at least that's what it seemed to be the case for Claire.

The two step foot in the old theatre (the last sighting of Hanna's), the dust rose to their noses, adding scent to the cursed place. No scent would be any more putrid than that they'd soon discover.

"Hanna?" - Daniella yelled.

Echo.

"Daniella? Do you see that on the stage?" - pointed Claire.

"See what?" - Daniella saw nothing. It could be Claire's vision playing trick on her, but a much more palpable guess would be Daniella's myopia. She tugged her glasses tidy.

Daniella'd yet to see anything.

Claire approached the stage, in her half-scared, half-curious slow pace, and alas - to no one's surprise, a girl's dead body 'twas. The pale worm-infested face of Hanna stared back at her with milky-colour sad eyes.

Claire screamed.

Claire fell on her butt, scraped her knees, stepped on her hand, fell again, got up and almost slip, and ran with all might to the metal door. It opened.

Daniella The Brave was more confused than scared. Claire always made such a big deal out of anything. To her, Claire had probably seen a spider on stage and fleed from the poor little bug.

Daniella closed down on "the spider" with no fear., she climbed the stage and-